FOR THE FIRST TIME in 39 years, there’s not a black-and-white spaniel in the Tomlinson household. Last month my Rowan went to the happy hunting grounds, at the venerable age of 16 years, six months and three weeks. Remarkably, she remained active until the very end, managing a 40-minute walk every day. Equally remarkably, she never suffered from any illness that required a visit to the vet. If all dogs were like her, most veterinary practices would go out of business.
Losing a dog is always sad, and for
